Before me stood the elf, wearing a crown and a cloak. He stood tall and graceful but his eyes were full of hatred and scorn.

"Ken," he said, making my name sound like a beautiful sin. "I have given you chances, yet you have rejected each of them."

I backed away a little. This dream was getting too real for comfort. The problem was, it was getting too un-real at the same time.

"I love you, Ken."

I froze in horror. What did he just say?

"Your beautiful form entices me."

As he spoke, all my clothes thinned to nothing, until I was naked, frozen into place before this Elfin King.

"You are not willing to come with me," he said, and his mouth cracked into a smirk. "And now, I shall use force."

He reached out to my chest, and sunk his hand through my skin and flesh. His cold fingers closed on my heart like a prison made of solid nitrogen, and crushed it.

I wanted to cry out, but I had no breath. Instead, I found myself falling backwards, into a realm of darkness where death was awaiting with its jaws wide open.

I saw a vague vision of my father, driving faster, past the speed limit, rushing me to the hospital. I saw myself on the car, fighting the air like I was possessed and wailing in a lifeless voice, "Dad…he's grabbing me…he's hurt me now!"